What is revenge but courage to call in our honor's debts, and wisdom to convert others' self-love into our own protection?
How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!
Procrastination is the thief of time: Year after year it steals, till all are fled.
There buds the promise of celestial worth.
Titles are marks of honest men, and wise; The fool or knave that wears a title lies.
When men once reach their autumn, sickly joys fall off apace, as yellow leaves from trees